User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-26024035-20160423181424/@comment-3135907-20160606041652

The fox pointed the whip at Raggs, indicating that the ferret was required elsewhere. His attendant, a scruffy vole, unshackled Scarhide and poked his back with a dagger, pointing off toward the main hatchway. "Faar!"